Chapter Twenty-One
That can’t be Andi…can it? the voice inside my mind whispered frantically. I listened desperately, but it was hard to hear, let alone think, over the sound of blood pumping in my ears. The screaming continued- a ghastly bloodcurdling sound that caused goosebumps to erupt on my skin. There was no denying the sound- it was definitely Andi…and she was in trouble. I sat in the fireplace in that moment with the worst dilemma spread out before me. My first instinct was to help her. If I crawled out of my hiding place, would I have enough strength to reach her? And if I did, would I be any use in helping her escape from the deranged killer she most likely faced? Or would I crawl out of my hiding for the sole purpose of being slaughtered alongside my friend? She abandoned you, I thought to myse
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